For the first time in what felt like an eternity, the Moonfire Pack experienced a night of true peace.
No shadowed figures lurking beyond the trees.
No eerie whispers creeping through the darkness.
No cursed presence clawing at their minds.
Just silence. Blessed, uninterrupted silence.
The villagers had hesitated at first, as if expecting the Shadow Mother's wrath to return the moment they let their guard down. But as the hours passed and dawn broke across the sky, a feeling of cautious hope settled over them.
By the time morning light flooded the village, that hope had transformed into something more—relief.
And relief called for celebration.
The villagers wasted no time in preparing a feast. The scent of roasting meat filled the air, mingling with the sweetness of freshly baked bread. Children ran through the village, their laughter a stark contrast to the fear that had once gripped this place.
